I'm one of those people. But I'm getting better.

I used to be a hoarder. Not of stuff. Of memories.

I used to keep receipts, I used to keep pieces of paper with phone numbers jotted down on them.

I still do, but I'm getting better. For example, I no longer keep receipts unless they're 'signed' by the person I shared that receipt (well, the meal or the drink or whatever, not the bill) with.

But am I getting better? Maybe not.

Earlier this year, I went to Africa for the first time. I went to a country people don't go to, and I had a blast.

And one night, I accidentally went to a jazz show. I was there with a person, we shall call this person Person From Country in Africa, and I just wanted to go check out the town's 'culture centre', which I did.

But there was a show, and so there was a ticket, and so I kept the ticket, because Person From Country in Africa had 'signed' it.

'Stamped' it, would be a better word.

But whatever, I kept it.

But then, the other day, I got back to my hometown for Christmas, and I put the ticket on my desk, and then I somehow misplaced it.

I've no idea where it is.

I don't think I've thrown it away. I guess I can't 100 percent rule it out (maybe I've done it by accident), but I have no idea where it is.

And I've been looking for it, frantically, for three days.

I dreamt about it last night, I genuinely couldn't sleep well because of it.

So maybe I haven't solved that problem of mine.

Dammit.